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Show i Rippling' Rhymes by W Aw I i.trtt-UJ. fi PJ3ACE. I see around me in my home my smiling aunts and" nieces; so I embalm em-balm it in a pome my humble shack where peace is. No wrangling voices here are heard, no sister roasts her brother, but each one has a kindly word to pays on to the other. Dissension Dissen-sion here stirs up no crimes, or causes ire unholy; and so we have most Joyous Joy-ous times, and ago comes on us slowly. My uncles and my cousins sit, seren.oiy at their splnnln'; my seven grand inns darn and knit, and chew no uselcun linen. They say the world is all up-torn up-torn with grief and irib-ii.iijouti. anil ninny countries whoop and n:oun; jnd sling recriminations. There Is no peacu, though -war is done, and woe is Just as busy as when vc chased the howling howl-ing Hun nnd made the Jculser di..y. Oh, men are mad in ovry dome are bats ln numbers ample; out wo aro setting ln our home an excellent example. ex-ample. And if you all would try our scheme, give It a fair rehearsal, grief soon wo.:ld be a bygone dream, and "peace be universal. |